Rakkel from Texas sends in a tale of manners.

My mom raised me well and told me that I was supposed to say "excuse me" after I burped. However she didn't tell me why or that it is only required in public situations. Thus, I remember one night my mom had some friends over and I walked through the living room and burped pretty loud. She got on to me for not apologizing. But I was confused because I had just said "excuse me" to myself in my head! I had done the right thing!

This is when I learned the words weren't for me, they were for those around me. Habits are hard to break though, and to this day I still silently excuse myself when I belch alone.

When I was younger I noticed some stop signs had the little sign "all way" underneath. I used to think only those you had to stop all the way at and if it wasn't posted, then you can roll through. My evidence was seeing every driver do that.

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Holly from Oklahoma submits this tasty bike accident story.

When I was in the fourth grade I went head over handlebars on my bike while taking a pretty fast turn around a corner on a wet street. After being forced into going to the minor emergency by my parents I was told that I would need stitches in my chin.

The doctor who was given the horrible task of taking a needle to my face was trying to lighten the mood to make me stop shaking by making lame jokes. However, as my mother will openly admit, I never was a funny child. His first response to seeing my chin after my hand was pried away from my face was that it looked like hamburger. It took me years (I'm talking eight or nine) to realize that he meant ground beef, and not the hamburger with cheese and lettuce and tomato like my mental image was at the time.

When I was a kid, I was a bit too innocent at times. I also didn't really watch television, so the context behind certain words were sometimes a bit vague.

Once I went for a weekend break with my class organized by the school, and we got to know a bunch of people from another school. At the end of it, we were given a paper and asked to write something nice about everyone. There was a particular girl who had the latest fashion clothes and stuff, so on her paper I wrote something like: "It was nice to get to know you, you're hot. Good luck in your exams". Because I thought "hot" meant something like "trendy" or whatever.

Everyone thought I was a lesbian.

From the Anonymous Bin:

I used to think that cheesecloth was a by-product of cheese.

A tasty cloth made out of cheese? That actually sort of sounds like a good idea. Clean up your wine spill, and then enjoy a nice snack all at once.